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Form A
Federal Writers' Project
Circumstances of Interview Works Progress Administration
OREGON FOLKLORE STUDIES
Name of worker William C. Haight
Date February 20, 1939
Address 1225 S.W. Alder Street1 Port1aad..Qrgon.
Subject Small Town Folkways
Name and address of informant Mrs. Ingalls, Elk's Building, Portland, Oregon
Date and time of interview February 17 20, 1939.
Place of interview 1225 S.W. Alder Street Portland, Oregon
Name and address of person, if any, who put you in touch with informant
None
Name and address of person, if any, accompanying you
None
Description of room, house, surroundings, etc.
Informant interviewed at room of worker.
(Use as many additional sheets as necessary, each bearing the proper heading
and the number to which the material refers).
Form B Federal Writers' Project
Personal History of Informant Works PI -ogress Administration
OREGON FOLKLORE STUDIES
Name of worker William C. Haight Date February 20, 1939
Address 1225 S.W. Alder Street
Subject Small Town Folkways
Name and address of informant Mrs. Ingalls, Elks Building, Portland, Oregon
Information obtained should supply the following facts:
1. Ancestry 6. Occupations and accomplishments with dates
2. Place and date of birth 7. Special skills and interests
3. Family 8. Community and religious activities
4. Places lived in, with dates 9. Description of informant
5. Education, with dates 10. Other points gained in interview
1. Gorman -Welsh.
2. Lebanon, Linn County, Oregon, October 24, 1873.
3. Two sons, Harold and Ronald.
4. Goldendale, Washington; Lyle, Washington; County of Klickitat, Washington;
Hood River, Oregon; Lebanon, Oregon; Portland, Oregon since 1936. (Other dates
not remembered).
5. Country schools. Equivalent to present day high schools.
6. Housewife. EMployment director of the Hood River Apple Growers Association for
17 years. This work was seasonal. Research worker on the Federal Writer's pro-
ject of the Works Progress Administration.
7. Ardent knitter ---"one of the first water."
8. Secretary, Workers' Alliance.
Deaconess, First Congregational Church. Brought up on Methodist camp meetings.
9. One of Mrs. Ingalls most noticeable physical oharaoteristios is the manner in
which she walks: each step is taken deoisevly, and precisely. Her general
manner is direct.
(Use as many additional sheets as necessary, each bearing the proper heading
and the number to which the material refers).
Mrs. Ingalls Form B. 2.
Mrs. Ingalls is of medium build; well distributed. Her height is approxi-
mately five feet eight inches. A pink complexion and a fine skin minimise
the few wrinkles in her hum. Her short, wavy, white hair makes a pleasing
crown for her bright, blue eyes. When she laughs she tucks her head against
her right shoulder, making her laughter have an impish quality. Neatness
and the color of blue are the most noticeable oharaoteristics of her dress*
10. Mrs. Ingalls' speech has none of the color of folk colloquialism* In fact,
her English is superior to the average person. She spends much time going
over the notes of a dead literary brother. Her devotion to this brother is
a noticeable expression of her life.
Form C Federal Writers' Project
Text of Interview (Unedited) Works Progress Administration
OREGON FOLKLORE STUDIES
Name of worker William C. Haight Date February 20, 1939
Address 1225 S.W. Alder Street, Portland, Oregdh.
Subject Snell Town Folkways
Name and address of informant Mrs. Ingalls, Elks Building, Portland, Oregon.
Text:
Religion with its attendant evils and terrors has grotesquely colored
the memories of my early life. Mother was a devoted religious character. The
Methodist doctrine of religion was the beam of faith and light that guided her
to live her awn life, and train we children to live ours. With &mingled picture
of pain and amusement I recall those seemingly never-ending and most assuredly
nightmarish Methodist Camp Meetings. Of these meetings I will speak later.
My mother's strict and severe attitude necessarily imposed restrictions
on our amusements that our contemporaries did not feel. To be young, gay, with a
keen zest for living, the denial of the right of amusement other than religious
gatherings would naturally lead to a revolt of youth. This revolt assumed pro-
portions of chaos in our family. Never did I carry the revolt to playing oards,
a sure sign of the devil taking hold. However, dancing I did got
For some time I had been going to dances without mother's knowledge.
The night I told her I VAS going to a dance I left her in tears. To my mother,
I was taking the shortest, easiest, and quickest road to Hades.
(Use as many additional sheets as necessary, each bearing the heading given
above).
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 2
The preparations necessary to make before attending a dance were
nearly as much fun as the dance. I have spent hours getting my dress,
numerous petticoats, and other clothes ready. Anticipation of the gala event
was a real thrill, due, I presume, to the few dances, or, for that matter,
community gatherings our small village afforded.
The swain calling for me always brought a horse with a side saddle
for me to ride. A thrill that modern girls miss is sliding off of the horse
into the young swain's arms2
Young men of that district were limited in the necessities of
appeasing their vanities. This lack was met by characteristic substitutions,
and by make -shift appeasements. The style of combing their hair in that period
was a severe parting in the exact center of the head. Bear grease liberally
mixed with a pungent and odoriferous perfume was used to plaster the hair dawn.
My, haw their hair shonel If the supply of cheap perfume was lacking I believe
they used sachet powder.
Our dances were held in the schoolhouse. The men would push the
benches and tables, that during the day were used for school, back against the
wall. The orchestra used a slightly raised platform where the teacher's desk
set. The and opposite the orchestra was used for a dining room. Bore we mould
gather around about twelve o'clock and have a big lunch. Lunch is really a
vast under -statement. The food was not fancy but abundant.
The dances of that period were nearly as strenuous as the modern
jitterbug's Big Apple. The old square dances usually ended in hilarious
exhaustion. I can still hear the voice of the caller ringing clear above the
din of the music.
Mrs. Ingalls
Form C 3
Some of the dances we danced were, quadrilles, The Girl I Left
Behind Me, Money Musk, and the Virginia Reel.
Often times we would play games at these community dances. I
remember one game well. The words of the song weret
Weevily Wheat
Your weevily wheat isn't fit to eat
And neither is your barley.
We'll have the best of Boston Wheat
To bake a cake for Charley.
2.
Oh, Charley, he's a fine young man
And Charley, he's a dandy.
And Charley, loves to kiss the girls
Whenever they come handy.
Oh, don't you
Oh, don't you
And don't you
Could live in
3.
think he's a fine young man?
think he's clever?
think that he and I
love forever?
Other games played that included dancing were: Skip to My Lou, and
Old Dan Tucker.
Ohl I just remembered the words we sang to Old Dan Tuckerl
Old Dan Tucker VAS a fine young man
He washed his face in the frying pan
He combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And did with a toothache in his heel.
Chorus
Cheer the way for Old Dan Tucker!
He's too late for his supper.
Mrs. Ingalls
Form e 4
Many times we would crowd around the organ or piano and sing the
popular songs. Oh dear, haw quaint they sound today! Most of the ballads
were interminably long and morbid. Those in high favor in our young group
were:
Do They Miss Me at Home?
Somebody's Darling
Fair Charlotte
I'll Be All Smiles Tonight, Love
The Dying Musician
Wake, Nicodemus
Little Nell of Narragansett Bay
Over the River
The Dying Nun.
Seemingly death was in high favor for the themes of ballads. Why?
I am sure I don't know.
You know while trying to remember some of these early happenings I
happened to think of a story of an early courtship. Although dancing has little
to do with the story, without our community dances the romance would not have
flourished as well.
I have taken the privilege of writing the story down for you. So,
here it is.
Story Of An Old Time Courtship.
A young man who lived on a farm became enamored of a youngwroman.
He was seventeen and she was fifteen. The girl's parents lived in the mountains
quite a few miles from the boy's home and he had to ride horseback over the
Mrs. Ingalls Fors C 5.
trail when he wished to see her. The parents of the girl became
decided to return to their old Missouri home. This did not suit
and they began to have ideas about eloping. One evening he went
things over with her and his horse broke loose. He attempted to
it kept
main.
his job
late to
homesick and
the young couple,
over to talk
catch it but
out of his reach, and in chasing it he finally found himself at home
As luck would have it, 30 or 40 pigs had broken into a field and it was
to get them out and into their awn quarters. By that time it was too
go back, and the girl and her family departed the next day. He went to
a neighboring city but failed to find her there, as her parents, who were not
in sympathy with the young people's plans, had their suspicions and took steps
accordingly. The young man gave up then, went back to school, on to college
and fittedi himself for a profession. All because a saddle horse ran away at the
right time.
Another story that I wrote down for you has to do with a corpse.
My goodness, after giving you the names of all those morbid songs it will pro-
bably seam strange to you that I would have a story about a corpse. So be iti
Descent of the Corpse.
A family consisting of a man, his wife, and two babies, had a little
home far back in the mountains.
wife managed to get word of this
in pioneer days, help came; this
The man became ill and died, and somehow the
trouble to the outside. As was always the case
time a man and a fifteen year old boy. They
went up into the little attic roam where lay the man's body, to bring it down.
The only means of entrance or exit was down a ladder and as they carried the
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 6.
corpse down the men who came last somehow slipped and let go of the body. The
boy, of course, could not balance the weight of the body alone and down the
ladder he fell, with the dead man landing on him as they reached the bottom of
the ladder. Years afterwards when the boy had become the pastor of a large
church this woman's hams was in the same city, and they met again. Her family
now grown, all became members of his church.
Now, to skip back from the morbid story of a oorpse to the lighter
side of life.
Another popular diversion was barn raising. When a neighbor needed
a new barn all of the people for miles around would come to the farm and help him
raise the barn. During the day the women mould exchange bits of gossip, recipes,
and medical remedies. The children too young to work would play games. Baseball,
rope skipping, drop the handkerchief, and the Flying Dutchman ---such the same as
children today.
When the barn was finished the men would hang gas lanterns on the
beams, and the evening would be spent in dancing.
There WAS a song that I used to hear my father sing while working,
and one time I remember the men sang the sang while they were working at raising
a barn. The song was called:
The Song of the TroUbador.
Gaily the troubador touched his guitar
As he was hastening home from the war.
Lady love hither I came,
Lady love, lady love, welcome me home.
2.
She for the troubador
Hopelessly wept;
Sadly she thought on him
Mile others slept.
Singing in search of him;
Troubador, troubador, haste to thy home.
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 7
That is all I can remember of that one. There are two lines I
remember from another song that father used to sing a great deal when plowing
or working around the farm.
"I came to the spot where the white pilgrim lay,
and longingly stood by his tomb"
The rest of it I just oan't remeMber.
Odd little scraps of memory filter in when I get to thinking of
those early times.
An uncle of mine every summer for years would go gold mining. As
soon as the weather was good enough to travel he would saddle the burros and
strike for the mine he was searching for. He had a map that supposedly was
the key to a vast mine of gold on Mt. Adams. I suspect he covered every inch
of that mountain. All that he ever received for his trouble was the condemn-
ations of an irate wife when he returned from his search.
This same uncle always finished his prayers with "Oh Lordl We thank
thee for health, such as 'tis." This always struck me as being quite funny.
Then, everyone oarried a small gold locket. In these lockets were
pictures of your loved one and a look of hair. It seems such a filthy thing to
collect from anyone. However, hair was an important part of your keepsakes.
Gracious, haw glad I am that we don't have to subscribe to such monstrosities
today.
Another little scrap that might indicate a little haw we decorated
our homes. We mould cross-stitch on a perforated cardboard such little gems as
"God Bless Our Home", and other scriptural statements. Poems were often cross-
stitched too.
Mrs. Ingalls Page 8 Form C
Three local sayings that most everyone used all the timw were:
"Has the nerve of a government mule."
"I'll put on my thinking cap."
"I reckon she'll do as I say."
The only riddle that I can rememter was: "If Moses WAS the son of
Pharoah's daughter, who was the daughter of Pharoah's,son?" Now, dear me,
I hope I told you to put the comma in the right places because that is the key
to the riddle.
Ghost stories? Yes, of course, I know some ghost stories. I don't
suppose there was any primitive community that did not have its tale of ghosts.
I have written down two of them for you.
Ghost Story No. 1.
A young man out horse -back riding one night heard something coming)
rattling chains. As he rode on, some creature in strange garb went with him,
carrying the rattling chains, and pressed close to his horse for some miles when
it faded out of the picture.
Ghost Story No. 2.
One night a family heard a pot boiling in front of their fireplace,
but there was nothing in sight. In an attempt to locate it they pulled up the
floor, and found nothing. They kept on and dug up the ground, the pot boiling
all the while just ahead of them as they dug. At last they had to give up the
search, and the pot boiling finally ceased.
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 9.
Many of the superstitions the folks had in our community are still
in vogue. The most common ones used I can remember are:
If you carry a hoe, spade, or shovel in the house, you must carry
it out the same door you came in by, or a death will follow.
If all the food on the table is eattn it will be a clear day to-
morrow.
If you start to go somewhere and come back for something you will
have bad luck.
If you count the number of rigs in a funeral procession you will
soon have a death in your awn family.
If two forks are laid at a plate with no kncife you will be invited
to a wedding.
That cats go crazy when a death occurs in their environment, and
consequently are kept out of the house on such occasions.
If you drop a dish towel on the floor, a worse housekeeper than
yourself is coming to visit you.
Never begin a task on a Friday that you can't finish that week,
or expect ill.
If ears itch or burn, someone is talking about you.
That the doctor brings the baby in a black bag. (Juvenile).
A peculiar noise heard threktimes in succession at night, means
someone will die.
If two people die in a community there is sure to be a third to
follow soon.
If a bird flies into your house there mill be a death within a year.
If you break a looking -glass there will follow seven years bad luck.
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 10
If 13 dine at a table one person will die before the year is over.
Planting_supersititions that my uncle followed weret
Plant root vegetables by the dark of the moon, other vegetables by
the light of the moon.
Warts are obtained from frogs. To rid yourself of these warts, it
is a sure cure to steal a dish rag from your mother and bury it.
Most of the medical cures used in those days were superstitions too.
So, I will give you the cure -ails of the day, along with this list of superstitions.
For a sore throat an assafoetida bag was tied aroltnd the neck.
Or, a dirty sock that you had worn was wrapped around your neck, with
the foot of the sock over the part of the throat that was sore.
Children were greased with goose grease for colds. An onion poultice
was often used. Horehound syrup was often used.
Sulphur and molasses were used in the spring to clean the blood from
the long winter sluggishness.
Blue pills were used for a physic. A large amount of calomel I expect
was hidden underneath the apparently harmless blue coating. Potent was the word
for themi
Castor oil was not quite as tasty as the blue pills but effectively used.
Bostetters Bitters and Peruna were tonics used profusely by the men.
I am sure that there wasn't a home in our community that didn't have a generous
amount of one of these tonics. I suspect the reason was because both tonics had
a strong alcoholic base. sitters time was just before dinner.
The interpretations of dreams played an important part in those days.
I still have my early dream book. The explanation given some of our dreams is
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 11
fantastic. Usually what you dreamed meant just the opposite.
For example, if you dreamed of a wedding, it meant a death.
A death meant good luck.
If you dreamed of a muddy river it meant bad luck was dogging your trail.
If the river was clear, you need have no worries, your luck was good.
These are all the superstitions that I can remember that were common
to our environment.
Note t The following songs were sung when the informant MAS a girl.
These songs are written in ink in an old copy book. The words are obtainable
if desired. (National office please advise).
Belle Mahone
Genevieve
Rose Wood Casket
Belle Branefon
Caine, Put Me In My Little Bed
The Last Fierce Charge at Fredericksburg
The Little Mohoe
Footsteps that Never Come
The Picture Turned Toward The Wall
Under the Snow
Fallen Leaf
My Step -Mother
Somebody's Waitin' For Ms
Better Than Gold
The Methodist Camp Meetings I attended were held under a large grove
of trees, near the outskirts of our community. We would always take our tents,
and enough provisions to last at least three weeks, the usual length of time for
revivals. They were really an event in our lives. People would come from miles
to hear the preachers and pray.
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 12.
The grounds of the camp were covered with sawdust, mainly, to keep the
dust down. One of the first chores of the morning for the boys was packing
buckets of water from a nearby creek to wet dawn the sawdust.
The evening service was usually a conversion service. The mourners
confessors, giving up their earthly desires, seemed to give them up easier in
the evening. Perhaps they were exhausted by the rigorous praying going on all
day.
1••••
The service always opened with an appeal song. A popular opener was
Come to Jesus, come to Jesus
Come to Jesus now,
He will save, he will save you
He will save you now.
Come to Jesus, come to Jesus.
Let us pray:
Groaning, moaning, screaming and hysterical laughing and talking would
rend the air1
"I an coming to Jesus?
"Yes, Jesus, I am coming."
"Glory!
"Halleluiahl Glory to God 1"
"I an coming to Jesus 1"
"Yes, that's sor
"I an coming to Jesus 2"
"Glory, Halleluiah 1"
"Jesus save my soul,
'Amen.'
ft
All were fervent petitions to God to help them lead the righteous life
and turn away from the old sinful worldly ways.
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 13.
"Yes, Jesus, I ma tired of sinning."
"Yes, Lord, I'm coming to Glory!"
"Halleluiah! Amen!"
The Rev. Mrs. Helm would start gaily dancing around among the praying
souls, clapping her hands, singing, talking to God
"I am with the Spirit! Glory! Glory! God has saved my soul: Glory!
Halleluiah! God is my refuge.: Oh: Come to Jesus wandering souls!
The sermons would be directed to those die-hards, such as myself, thet
had not been converted. The sermon would start when everyone was in a high
emotional pitch. The ministers would sound something like this:
"Come to Jesus, tonight! You don't knaw haw long you have! Halleluiah!
Gmne before it's too late! Save your souls from Hell! Halleluiah! Came to Jesus!
A beautiful young lady wouldn't give up her worldly ways —Halleluiah: She kept
putting off the time to give her soul to God —Ohl Jesus! Suddenly she was taken
very ill and died. OhJ God have mercyt Her soul was condemned to Hell I Come
to Jesus s Tonight! You don't know when you may got Ohl Come to Glory with
Jesus!
The emotional pitch of the audience by this time was usually at the
highest. Often little girls would walk through the audience and grab ahold of a
sinner. "Please, come to Jesus," they would plead with the non -converted sinner.
If they could get them to go up to the mourners bench they had done a great
service to God.
The confessions at the bench for the morners were usually lost in the
hub-bub of religious fervor. Halleluiah! Amen and Glory's to God would drown
out the mourner's plea to be filled with the spirit of God.
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 14.
and
The meetings always broke up with everyone happy/exhausted, and the
men had worked up a good sweat. It's no small trick to yell, sing, laugh, for
two or three hours in one evening.
The services during the day were of much the same order. The testi-
monies to God were always given in the afternoon service. They would go some-
thing like this:
"Oh, Lord! I thank thee1 I was a poor wandering sinnert The devil
had a hold of my soUlt Earthly desires filled my hearti Glory1 Halleluiahl
tL
A little girl led me to the alteri Glory filled my soull Ohl Praise be to
A
Jesusl He saved my soul from Helll Gloryi HalleluiahS Now I am Saved; My
soul belongs yo Godt Gloryi HalleluiahJ Ammar
The meetings to me were a nightmare. I could not be saved. I tried
and tried to be converted, to be filled with the Lord. At night when I was lying
in the dark of my tent, just before going to sleep I would worry about why I
couldn't be filled with the spirit.
I remember a dream that I used to have. I would dream that I was
standing by the devil's lake of fire. Poor lost souls were trying to climb out
of the fiery lake onto the safe ground. The devil with a hideous leer on his
face would pitch the lost souls back into the fiery depths of the lake with a
long pitchfork.' The terror of that dream was horrible. Many, many nights I was
awakened by the horror of the devil's fiery lake.
My mother was quite distressed that I could not be converted, I realized
the difference between right and wrong, but conversion ---or the spirit of Ood
simply could not ---and I tried mighty hard -fill my soul. To this day some of my
family think I am a lost soul. It is 611 so silly.
Those camp meetings were really a racket. The preachers would fill
Mrs. Ingalls Form C 15
those people with religious fervor and then when they were converted they would
give him a lot of money. Just a racket. I must say though the racket certainly
did pay. The preachers not only got everybody's money but free board and lodgings.
Two or three other songs that I remember that were well received at
religious gatherings were:
Asleep in Jesus
Shall We Gather At The River
Sweet By and By
Where Is My Wandering Boy Tonight?
Just As I Am Without One Plea.
The last song mentioned was a powerful appeal often used to get the
sinners to oome to the mourner's bench. In a sense of the word it was the
Spirit's last tussle with the sin in the sinner. If that song failed ---you were
usually considered hopeless.
Here is an incident that I remember hearing at an early date. It is
religious but does not concern a camp meeting.
A pioneer Methodist minister's daughter recollects sitting at the end
of a raw of chairs in a church choir. One man, who did not believe in church
organisations as being too worldly -minded, was present. He scoffed at style as
being wicked. He WAS a striking figure with his bushy, uncombed, gray hair. Be
more a stiff -bosomed shirt with no collar, tie, or cuffs. Whore he should have
worn collar and cuff buttons, the fastenings were red druggists twine. It was
near Easter, and he spoke "in meetin", thusly, "There are Judas I -scare -its
today, just the sane as when Jesus was put in the see-pul-chur."
Form D
Extra Comment
Federal Writers' Project
Works Progress Administration
OREGON FOLKLORE STUDIES
Name of worker William C. Haight
,Date February 202_1939
Address 1225 S. W. Alder Street, Portland. Oregon
Subject Small Town Folkways
Name and address of informant Mrs. Ingalls. Elks Building, hortlAmA— Oravon.
Comment:
The informant in this interview. WAS cooperative. There was not
the slightest hesitation in giving the interviewer any information he vented.
There is other material that could be obtained from her. However,
the material used in this interview, I believe, to be the best she has.
This interview is of particular note because a famous Oregon author
was subjected to the same environment as the informant.
Attached are a number of verses and personally written comments, taken
from an autograph album which the informant has kept since the early 1880's.
The first entry in this book was written by Mrs. Ingall's brother,
a celebrated novelist of the Oregon country, in the 1890's
The Prelude
Frederic Balch, Hood River, Oregon
December 29, 1886.
Life passes in the passing of a day
So swiftly melting his wreath of spray,
Life's flowers; color and sweet -perfume
Fade ever in darkness and gloom.
(Use as many additional sheets as necessary, each bearing the heading given
above).
Mrs. Ingalls
Form D 2
2.
You've memory's treasure casket -here
Verse -gems from friends cherished dear
Sweet -words written of love and of trust
Written by hands that reach out to the dust.
3.
Words you will read in coming years
Read with passionate longing and tears
Where of those whom you loved, will remain
Only the tracing of pen and name.
4.
Only the hope of the splendor above
Where no death -shade darkens our love
Mere the requiem crys in the triumph grand
Where sorrows cease, in Beulah land.
(Heaven WAS written first, crossed
out and Beulah inserted).
Rolling Prairie Farm
January 2, 1887. (No name)
Make friends with the sunshine, the wind and the rain
And your friendships, my dear girl, will ne'er be in vain.
Tell your sorrows and joys to the flowers and trees,
They never will whisper a hum e'en to the breeze.
Fall in love with a Canyon or thicket or laugh
If you wish to avoid strife, and heart -ache and wrangle
For in sickness and health, lest you do what you will,
You'll find in pure Nature a true lover still.
I have plenty more good advioe lying about
Mich I leave you to guess-- my "machine" is played out.
March 25, 1881.
My dear daughter.
You will find as we who are older have found that life has many hard
realities under which the golden fancies of youth fade and Crumble in just
a little while. As you go out into the shadows of life take with you a simple
childlike faith in God and never let go of it. Trust in the Lord at all times.
Your mother.
Mrs. Ingalls Form D 3
E. T. Hodge
No date.
Be intimate with one.
Have communion with few.
Deal justly with all.
Speak ill of none.
Dear Gertie:
Strive to have your whole life a witness to the power of grace to
help one to conquer every evil passion, to cleanse and purify the heart, to
help one to holy living to an earnest longing to glorify God each day of your
life that all who know you may take knowledge of you that you have been with
Jesus and learned of him, so shall you have a right to enter in through the
gates into the City and partake of the fruit of the tree of life and go no
more out forever this is the best wish of your friend and well wisher.
Milton Wright,
Dayton, Ohio.
June 21, A. D. 1887.
There is comfort in the thought, that virtue, modesty, intelligence,
industry and heartfelt piety are jewels which adorn woman's soul here, render
her life beautiful and valuable and insure a safe passport to immortality. They
are gems in the crown of female beauty and loveliness.
June 15th, 1888
J. F.
October violets, from banks of fading green. With modest grace reveal
their bells of blue; this gladly greet we, in life's sober autumn scene, the
springtime friends whose hearts keep warm and true.
Mrs. Ingalls Form D 4.
L. Clark
Hood River, Oregon.
February 20, 1887.
"The bravest are the tenderest
The loving are the daring."
Seattle W. T.
January 24, 1887.
Dear Gertie:
When you are reading o'er the autographs of which your many friends
have written, while reading this one, don't forget to call to memory the
promise which we made and also remember that promises should not be made like
pie crust for they are made to be broken.
Dear Gertie:
A smooth sea never made a skillful mariner. Your friend, Grace Clark,
Hood River, February 20, 1887.
Dear Gertie:
January 26, 1887.
Remember well and
A handsome man is
But when you find
Cling to him like
bear in mind
hard to find
one good and true
Spaulding's Glue.
As through girlhood's years you go,
You'll think the boys perfection
As you are to have a beau,
Be careful of the selection.
Counselor.
Mrs. Ingalls Form D 5.
T. R.
Coon, Hood River, Oregon, December 1886.
"Life is but the seed -time;
Every hand must saw,
Swelling seed we. scatter
Wherever so 'e'er we go.
In the mystic future
Sowing time will cease.
Every hand must gather
All the fair increase."
Frank R. Spaulding
February 1887.
There are oasis along the desert
of life where we enjoy one another's
society for a brief moment and
then part to meet on earth again
no more.
Thus we're meeting here today
Soon we'll wander far away:
But faith looks out beyond this
Surf beaten shore
To that land where we may meet
And part no more
"Be thou faithful unto death
And I will give thee a crown of life.
Mrs. David Knowles
April 22, 1897.
Years following years steal something every day
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Mks. J. N. Maw
April 27, 1888
Dear Gertie:
Make good use of today you are not sure of tomorrow is the advice
of your friend. Your teacher.
Mrs. Ingalls Form D 6
Mr. H. Clark
March 6, 1887.
But 0, if thornless flowers
Throughout thy pathway bloom
And gaily fleet the hours
Unstained by earthly gloom
Still, let not every thought
To this poor world be given,
Nor always be forgot
Thy better rest in heaven.
Minnie
Hood River, Oregon
April, 1888.
Dear Gertie
When I compare what I have lost
with what I have gained,
What I have missed, with what attained,
little roam do I find for pride, I um aware
how many days have been idly spent. Haw like an
arrow the good intent has fallen short or been turned
aside,
But who shall dare to measure loss and gain in this vise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise, the lowest ebb the turn of
the tide.
D. G. Barrett.
"Be good, sweet child, and let who will be clean.
Do noble deeds, and not dream them all day long,
And make of life, death and the vast forever,
One grand sweet song."
Dear Gertie:
Remember me when far away,
And only half awake;
Remember me on your wedding day
And send a slice of (sake.
Hood River, February 20, 1887.
Mrs. Ingalls Form D 7
In the future as in the past
May our ties of friendship last.
May they ever stronger grow.
As we journey here below
Hattie.
Ohl Tom:
Hood River, August 5, 1887.
Friend Gertie:
May our faults be written on
The seashore and every good action
prove a wave to wash them out.
M. A. Phelps, The Dalles
Last but nobleast.